JULY (BY THE RIVER)
JULY (BY THE RIVER) A great blue heron’s spindle feet hold its place on the torrent’s rocks. Does this miraculous strange bird contemplate the tumult while we consider her, our fingers threaded? We walk past a sycamore, hollowed of heartwood: a husk, a crone, a high water mark. A fawn raises her head, pauses her … More JULY (BY THE RIVER)